Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Au Pairs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.